A miserable night last night. Could feel bubbles of thick goo move in tides across my lungs. At certain points my breath would wheeze like an old accordion, and I'd shift onto my stomach and I could feel a bubble pop inside my chest.
As soon as I got out of class this morning I went to the Doc's and saw the Saturday critical care stand-in. She gave me a script for a chest X-ray, a fistfull of antibiotics, and an asthma inhaler. "Your left lung sounds like it's got a touch of pneumonia," she said.
Fuckin'-A. Of course nobody is open on Saturdays to do chest X-rays, so I'm home again. I need to shake this shit ASAP. Too much work to keep up with to let a little old crippling ailment drag me down.